. "Come on, come on," Rosa said, rushing around Phil's bedroom with giddy excitement. "We'll be late." Late for what?" Phil asked. He'd only just woke... up."Our Halloween trip to Earth," Rosa said."Halloween?" Phil said. "I thought daemons and other creatures of the night didn't care much for Halloween. Like it was a cliché or something."Rosa paused and stared at Phil with her bright blue eyes."Whatever gave you that foolish notion," she said. "Halloween is one of the few nights where it's easy. They don’t even want to feel me up. They only want the skinny girls with no tits.”I thought for a moment and waited to see if she was done before asking, “So how big are your tits?”Tina blushed and said, “I wear a 42-D bra now but it’s getting kind of tight. Mom says that if my tits don’t stop growing that she will have to get ‘Omar the Tent Maker’ to start making my bras.”I asked, “So what are the rest of your measurements?”She said, “Well I’m five feet seven inches tall and I weigh over two. And he intended me to become his secret weapon in his war against the gods of the Underworld and the Kingdom of Heaven. Awesome bit of news, don’t you think? That’s when I just about fainted. Not something I usually do but I think that’s understandable under the circumstances. Coach Hayden Hawks smiled when he saw the dumbfounded look on my face. I had trouble taking it all in. My soccer coach was a demon lord from Hell. My father was the Devil. And there was an ancient Greek god after me. And. Whether working in Detroit or in Boston, she was destined to be a waitress for the rest of her life. With her having no formal education beyond high school, waitressing is all she knew and all that she could do. If she could depend on anything, she could depend on her big tits earning her extra tips. Yet, needing to have a dream that was filled with hope in the way that Jerry had a dream of a lost love, maybe he is rich and left her money in his will for her to start a new life in Boston. Maybe.